Oh to see my curtains in a state of upheaval
My wardrobes and vanity reduced to ashes
The very bed I sleep on burnt to the ground
The ecstasy in death
The excitement in the prospect of the fire
A bit of insanity. A bit of ire.
A whole moment of self-destructive behaviour
A bit of pathetic fallacy to quieten my mind…
For at least this destruction I can see.
Representative of my mind
The ashes, obstacles I can see
It would be easy to start a fire I can see
Than have one made in my mind against my will and inconveniently.